Goodbye Soup

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I’m kept up at night
By the strangest thoughts
Are you warm?
Have you eaten?
Did you get enough to eat?
Have you slept well?
Do you still have nightmares?
And no one has to tell me
That it’s not my place to ask
No one has to tell me
That it’s not my job
Anymore
To worry about you
I’m not even supposed to care
Do you remember how it ended
And I was broken
Too tear-drenched to carry
Myself between rooms
And yet I dragged myself
Bodily to the kitchen
And made soup…